Finding a Teacher

Bruce seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and he voiced the question in his mind.

"You—Viltrumites should all possess abilities like yours, right?"

Shane nodded.

"Yes, though there are differences in strength. In legends, there is also the most formidable Royal Bloodline, but long before the civil war began, the Viltrum Royal Bloodline had already disappeared."

"Then why are you so certain that you possess superpowers?"

Bruce made a hand gesture.

"I mean, logically speaking, wouldn't these so-called 'superpowers' be as natural to you as eating and drinking?"

"Oh, Viltrum also has scientific development, and in fact, it even surpasses the technological level displayed on the Earth's surface."

This part of the knowledge was considered common sense on Viltrum, so Shane was very clear about it.

"First, apart from the Elite who possess abilities right from birth, the majority of ordinary Viltrumites are born without superpowers, but they generally awaken them by the age of sixteen at the latest."

"Second, although the manifestations of our abilities are merely physical performance types such as strength and speed, we are also capable of flight, and the daily caloric intake of our food is completely disproportionate to the abilities we are able to exert."

Shane made a gesture of touching his stomach: "Even in a state of starvation, I can still continue to fight for over a week. You know, leaving superpowers aside, this violates the Law of Energy Conservation."

Bruce appeared relatively calm on the surface, but inwardly he firmly memorized Shane's words.

This made him feel even more strange.

Even after meeting in person and having this conversation, Shane's performance still undoubtedly indicated that Viltrum was an absolutely real place.

Whether it was the culture, technology, or even its contemplation and research into its own race, everything completely matched the normal development and exploratory cognitive level of a civilization.

Even the technological consciousness possessed by Viltrumites and their awareness of exploring their own abilities caused Bruce's vigilance toward Viltrum to rise to another level in his heart.

If it could not be found in the currently known universe, then perhaps Viltrum existed in another universe or in a different space.

He just didn't know how Shane had arrived in this universe.

After the test concluded, Bruce took him back to the top-floor office and handed him a white ID card.

This was not an identification card, but rather a shelter certificate from a public welfare organization.

"Your identity has been sorted out, and the name is Shane. It's affiliated with a public welfare shelter in Metropolis, and Wayne Enterprises will secretly take charge of your subsequent living security."

Bruce paused and continued.

"Do you have any other areas where you need help? You can say it now."

Shane took the ID card, his fingertips rubbing against the information on the card, and he remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"I think I might need a teacher."

"A teacher?"

Hearing this, Bruce was somewhat surprised.

"Do you need to learn Earth culture, or knowledge in other fields?"

"Neither."

Shane shook his head, his tone carrying a trace of unperceived exhaustion.

"I grew up on Viltrum. For over a decade, the only things I learned were destruction and slaughter."

He paused and continued.

"I can deliberately suppress my strength to live a normal life on Earth, but once I use my superpowers, all my subconscious actions will lead to destruction. I need a teacher to teach me how to use this power non-destructively."

Bruce looked at the teenager before him, suddenly understanding the struggle within his heart.

For a warrior who grew up in a slaughterous environment, wanting to get rid of the instinctive desire for destruction was far more difficult than imagined.

Bruce pondered for a moment: "There is someone in the Justice League who might be able to help you."

Shane was somewhat surprised.

"You're going to contact the Justice League? Do they even care about this?"

He had assumed Bruce would make secret arrangements under his identity as Batman.

"To say something you might not like to hear, you are an extraterrestrial visitor with destructive power far exceeding a nuclear bomb. Of course they're going to care."

Bruce smiled and regained that witty and humorous state that made Shane feel uncomfortable.

He made a gesture for Shane to wait a moment and picked up the encrypted phone on his desk.

"Wait in the lounge for a moment. I'll contact Batman and have him arrange for someone to come over."

Shane looked at the self-absorbed Bruce Wayne and pressed his lips together.

To be honest, watching Bruce put on such a performance made Shane feel mentally exhausted.

Walking into the adjoining lounge, no sooner had he sat down than he heard a sound of breaking through the air coming from outside the window.

Shane still subconsciously produced a sort of enemy-encounter stress response. A flight sound like this, resembling the approach of a formidable foe, caused all the muscles in his body to suddenly tense up.

All of his strength began to accumulate, until he suddenly remembered that this was Earth.

Although it was in the notorious Gotham, this place was still relatively safe for him.

Relaxing, Shane stood up, walked over to the window, and looked up. A golden figure was descending rapidly from the sky, finally stopping on the top-floor platform of Wayne Enterprises.

When that figure walked into the office, Shane's pupils contracted slightly.

The newcomer wore a red battle skirt, a golden belt tied around her waist, and long black hair cascading over her shoulders. A lasso emitting a faint golden glow was looped on her right side, and a steady, warrior-like aura emanated from her entire body.

"Wonder Woman?"

Shane recognized the other party, and in his heart, he felt a bit of extra surprise.

A single phone call from Bruce Wayne had actually summoned a core member of the Justice League directly.

Wasn't this a bit too high-profile?

Wonder Woman Diana's gaze fell upon Shane, a flash of curiosity crossing her eyes.

"Bruce, the child you said needed help—is it him?"

She could clearly sense the aura on Shane's body.

It was the aura of a warrior who had experienced countless battles, carrying the imprint of bloodshed and slaughter, yet it was also deliberately suppressed.

"If you hadn't said he came from an alien planet, I would have even thought this was some berserker's offspring thrown down from the Divine Realm by Zeus."

"His name is Shane, and he comes from Viltrum—a civilization that takes pride in combat and conquest."

Bruce briefly introduced Shane's background, and then explained his request for a teacher.

"He wants to learn how to use his superpowers non-destructively and get rid of his instinctive desire for destruction. I think you are the most suitable candidate."

Diana nodded without immediately agreeing, instead pulling a bronze metal ball from somewhere and tossing it casually toward Shane.

"Catch this first."

The metal ball flew toward Shane, frictioning against the air and producing a sound with a great deal of force.

Shane subconsciously reached out his hand, and with a thud, caught the ball in his palm.

Just as he was feeling puzzled, Diana said.

"Open your hand."

Shane obediently opened his palm, and to his shock, that hard bronze ball had already been squeezed by him into an irregular shape. The imprints of his five fingers were deeply indented into it, almost completely destroying the bronze ball.

Diana's expression grew solemn as she looked at Shane and slowly spoke.

"You are an excellent warrior, and your combat instincts have been carved into your bones. But the training you received was too cruel and bloody, to the extent that every subconscious action when using your power carries a tendency toward destruction and devastation."

She paused, her tone softening somewhat.

"However, you are willing to change, and that is enough. I can be your teacher."